Our strife pertains to ourselves-to the passing generations of men-and it can without convulsion be hushed forever with the passing of one generation.

All my life I have tried to pluck a thistle and plant a flower wherever the flower would grow in thought and mind.

It behooves us then to humble ourselves before the offended Power to confess our national sins and to pray for clemency and forgiveness.

From whence shall we expect the approach of danger? Shall some trans-Atlantic military giant step the earth and crush us at a blow? Never. All the armies of Europe and Asia...could not by force take a drink from the Ohio River or make a track on the Blue Ridge in the trial of a thousand years. No, if destruction be our lot we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of free men we will live forever or die by suicide.

I cannot imagine anyone looking at the sky and denying God.

We, on our side, are praying to Him to give us victory, because we believe we are right; but those on the other side pray to Him, look for victory, believing they are right. What must He think of us?

I don't s'pose anybody on earth likes gingerbread better'n I do-and gets less'n I do.